This is a story about my long-term partner and our sexual escapades outdoors, one of my favorite settings! This was one of the first times we ventured into this territory, about two years into our relationship, but it has always been a thrill for me even before. I’ll be honest, I don’t remember the details of the day leading up to this, but given it took place during quarantine it was probably a pretty boring day cooped up with our roommates.
I was always yearning for any opportunity to have some alone time away from them and although it would be nice to have that at the house, taking drives into the country and through parks had become a regular part of our weeks. So, we set out like we normally did on a hot July day in his cherry red car, the leather seats sticking to my thighs immediately. When we got in, the warmth inside was the kind that wraps around you and actually feels nice despite the sweltering conditions outside.
As we set off, with music playing just loud enough to be heard over the open windows, his hand gripped my thigh just above my knee and gave me a little squeeze. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation until he slid it further up and began drawing little circles with his fingers. I returned the favor by copying his movements, teasing him with a squeeze above his knees, and slipping my hand up his shorts to draw circles on his muscular hairy thighs and he chuckled. After a few more miles his hand kept creeping until his pinky brushed over my slit through the thin fabric of my cotton shorts, which immediately pulled my attention from the view outside the window. Now and again he would wiggle his pinky, sending a jolt through my lower half.
Looking over and smiling slyly, I pulled my hand from under his shorts and found his bulge, stroking it through the fabric. I could feel the round head and let my finger swirl around it lightly. We kept this way for a few minutes, with my hopes that he’d slip his fingers into my now throbbing pussy being dashed as we pulled into the park, and he pulled his large hands away.
By the time we found a place to park, it had occurred to me just how hot it was. I had melted to the seat and eagerly peeled myself up to find relief from the breeze outside the car. Hand in hand we walked down a path away from the parking lot (which contained at least two other cars apart from ours). We walked and chatted until we came across the butterfly garden. The round garden was made up of various tall- taller than both of us- plants and flowers. A path cut through the garden in the shape of a horseshoe, with the other end opening back up to the parking lot.
We took our time looking at the various placards describing the plants beneficial for the survival of the butterflies along the first half of the path through the garden. But when we made it to the top of the horseshoe, he paused for a second, looking around slowly, before pulling me in for a kiss. It was deep, and although it was hot and I could feel the sweat on his upper lip, he was freshly showered, and the smell turned me on. His hands first started in my hair, running his fingers through it while we stood and kissed in the tall grass. Eventually, though they made their way to my chest, as he gently cupped my tits through my see-through tank top and ran his thumbs over my hardening nipples. That made me gasp and shiver quietly as he did so, his lips now on my neck.
